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[ Sent to un: Spider-Man. ]

A 2nd network has been built for the heroes who fight for all people and all worlds to survive. Its purpose is to connect and unify everyone in the field, especially during mission separations and for the quick relay of information in emergencies. Your actions have shown you to be one of these people. Once you have acquired a second earpiece through your requests, leave a message here and I will connect you.

Pass the message to anyone else you consider trustworthy and similarly dedicated.

Oh. Um! Cool!
Sure, I'll hang out in the heroes chat.
Hiya, I'm Spider-Man. Nice to meet you, Oracle. Very cool superhero name.
... Are you a wizard, because that gives off strong wizard vibes.

Consider it part of the mystery.

Welcome to the team, Spider-Man.

Hhhhuh. Okay, I'll allow it!
Because Echo is way less helpful as a mysterious presence.
I'm sure you know where to find me, Mr./Mrs./neither Oracle! 🤟

[ There's a snort and a half roll of eyes somewhere far to the south, without the channel open for a reply or the sound to catch. This one reminds Barbara a little too much of Dick already and again and still, when at his worst, or what Dick'd consider his best. Still, when she presses the button again to reply, it's modulated monotone. ]

If Echo is present.

No single direct contact has yet to be registered.
That is another thing we'll be trying to solve here.

What's the line from that real old song?
'Will the real Echo please stand up?'

The fact that she's not present to speak to is a massive red flag, gotta admit.

[ She let's that atrocious slander against time slide without a comment. Unlike many people in her world, Oracle works with heroes of all ages. People younger than this guy, too. And most of them started this young and younger, too. ]

There is still far too much no one knows, and no one is being told.

Taking things we can't see, on faith, after being taken, without consent, isn't in my repertoire.

Yeah, what I like to call 'super gross' of her.
I would like the weird supposedly omnipresent force holding us here to be LESS of that.
I'll keep an eye on this second network of yours and see if she ever beats the creep allegations?

I am entirely open to being notified if you see more of her or Aurora's interactions trending that way that I miss. While I do something like this at home, I am open to this becoming what it needs to be while here within certain parameters.

We know who you are.

Edited 2025-02-24 05:33 (UTC)

[He was in the middle of doing some laundry. Today is the perfect time for chores! Especially throwing away days old take-out. It actually takes him, like, thirty minutes to reply because he's terrible at folding shirts and he can't get a stain out of his favorite thrifted shirt with the stupid pun on the front.

Though, the weird spidey-tingle he gets upon looking at the message is... something.]

Oh. Sorry?
I don't recognize your username. I think maybe you have the wrong number?

Edited 2025-02-24 05:40 (UTC)

( really, is there any reason to disturb this nice young man and throw a wrench in his plans for the day? peter, like everyone else in etraya, is just trying to get by. he probably puts his pants on one leg at a time, just like anybody else. there's nothing particularly menacing or dangerous about him, not at first glance...

...so why does venom feel the need to so thoroughly decimate him? )

We don't have numbers here. Just usernames.

You were the one in the spider costume. We've seen you.
We've seen your face.

What's your deal, man?

( what is this feeling?? what is it about this spider-guy??? )

[Peter slowly sets down his beloved, stained pun shirt.

Oh, no. This... could be bad. Potentially. Probably.

It's definitely never been a good interaction, any one someone's recognized his face. His mind immediately goes to Strange's spell — how Otto and Norm and the others just showed up in their world. Because, like... nobody in his universe should remember the face. Not even Dr. Strange knows Peter; trust him, he'd tried to say hi, just for some kind of closure..]

My 'deal'?
Uhhh. Look, I don't know what you mean by that.
Who are you, exactly?

(for someone who got both her fathers killed, well, it'd be insane to think of killing them again, and yet, here she is. the moment vander texted her that he'd be coming over after she told him not to come was the exact minute she jumped off the window, gun in hand, and she is running as far as she can. seeing either would not be great, she can't jeopardize the very tenuous grip she has on her same-world fellows, what if it becomes grounds to disqualify their world from salvation?

she can't, she can't, but she desperately wants to hit both, either, any. she goes as far as she can, leaving a trail of glowing pink as she runs from one place to the next until she finds an empty alley to hide in.

gun in hand.)

Nope, nope, not doing it-- but they deserve it so much. Nope-- Yeah? Ugh, why is it harder when they're alive?

[If people ask him why he swings around sometimes in costume to survey the city? This is kinda why. He may not know what's going on right now, but there's clearly some sort of distress in the person talking to themselves. As he crawls across the top of the roof, he peers down and finds a familiar head of bright hair.

More softly, an attempt to calm what is clearly a troubled headspace:]

Hey.

What's going on? You in any trouble?

[He'd like to help sort it out, if he can.]

(she's startled immediately as if taken out of the world in her head back into reality too abruptly, even if his approach was perfectly gentle. the gun spins in her finger, and she points it at him in her distress before her brain connects the mask to the person behind it.

not a shooting matter, and she drops it with a large sigh, so heavy as if it had been sitting on her throat for several days before she lets it out.)

Do you think double patricide counts on negatives on the whole saving the world thing?

[He feels the thrum of his spidey sense come and go, fluctuate with the snap recognition in her eyes. Don't ask him how it works, okay? He's still not completely sure himself, even after finally managing to (mostly) get it to work. His tension relaxes, and he hops down a little further to land on a lower fire escape. Easier to talk like this, no voice-raising needed!]

... I think it's probably frowned upon, yeah.

[Lightly spoken, with a touch of humor. Doesn't mean he's not taking it seriously, because something's clearly bothering her.]

What's going on?

Gonna have to put a pin on it to ask that stupid robot chick.

(she isn't going to shoot him, which means her gun is back to her hip, allowing her arms to wrap around her small figure. she's upset, visible from the way her fingers tremble to how her face seems stuck with her eyebrows frowned and her lips pressed thin.

it doesn't even bring out a chuckle. she's too mad, and he's going to have to do some puzzle-solving to get this out of her in a cohesive manner.)

Silco and Vander. They despise each other, you know? That kind of hate that makes your eyes bleed, and your veins pop, and that buzzing noise in your head turns everything to silence until there's nothing else there other than that. I thought that since I'm, I could fix them; or at least, fix... Something.

I'm all for the big ol' knife on arm, but not when... I told them to cool it. And then Vander strolls around with a brand new, not dead, completely fine family? So fast? When I'm right here? That's his thing, anyway. Protector of the broken children, you know.

Where does that leave me?

Edited 2025-03-09 01:24 (UTC)

Sounds like a pretty complicated situation.

Full of complicated relationships. Two... dads, right?

[Well, this is definitely not his usual call to action, per se. But someone in need of something, be it rescue or a listening ear — that's what being Spider-Man's all about. Well, and... Peter just wants to be useful to someone he knows. Two things true at once, and all that. He leans on the guardrail with his arms, listens attentively and tries to piece together the puzzle.]

... Wait — are you the daughter Vander mentioned?

I mean, he said he has two. On the network.

[It's good to try and get all the pieces in place, especially when you walk into a show on episode 25 instead of starting from the pilot.]

Welcome to my life, Parker. A whole sequence of complicated with a sprinkle of hope and then full-on doom and disaster.

(the fact he is behind the mask both relieves and rattles. she doesn't know what expression he might be doing, so it may be any at all.

to avoid either, she's not going to send a glimpse his way. the exhale she gives even bring her eyes to a close.)

Surpriiiiise. My parents died in a Zaunite Uprising, he took me and my sister in when we were little. Then he shoved off dead, and Silco took me in. Are you surprised?

Honestly? Not... very surprised, no.

I feel like it's way more common than you'd think.

[The idea of being taken in by different parental figures, anyway. He knows a thing or two about that. As he moves to let his legs dangle, he considers the situation carefully, as an uninvolved observer. (Vander's dead, huh? That's a whole other depressing thing to digest, too.)]

Soooo... both parents showed up here, and they're not getting along. You're mad at both of them, because they can't seem to put their own history on the backburner for you.

What, Vander taking in orphaned kids? Dead parents that you killed showing up? Dead parents that you killed and turns out, they weren't dead all along showing up? Good, I feel so much better.

(not where he was going, but dealing with jinx when her brain is mush is half-learning how that she hears what she hears, even if it only makes sense to her.)

... No. Yeah. Kinda. Vander...

(how does she put this?)

Vander lost the other kids, only me and Vi are alive. I-- it was an accident, you know. I wanted to help, and I made it all worse, and... Everyone just-- poof. Died. Because I went there. So, when I look at him in that train, smiling, with a whole peachy, breathing family? He replaced me, so, so fast, and now that he doesn't have that, he's-- back. 'Oh, the one kid I do have is pissy with me', fuck off. All these petty squabbles over how we chose to deal with Zaun, their whole squabble thing, back and forth. You can read it for yourself, it's all out there.

And Silco... I killed him, too. Few months back. I told him we need to get our shit together, and you don't know me super well, but let me tell you this, if I am telling someone to get their shit together, then it means it's bad. Instead, he's out there, fighting Vander left and right because he drowned Silco a billion years ago. Baby.

I guess, bottom line? Screw the backburner, and I'm going to give both of them a piece of my damn mind. Second bottom line? Everyone close to me dies, so you might, you know, count your blessings while you can.

(she's so resolute when she stands, hand back on her gun, and she's really about to go.)

[He is... way in over his head. It's hard to know how to handle a situation you weren't there for, one where there's no nuance to read from. She seems to believe that Vander replaced her — Peter can't really speak to that, because he doesn't know Vander like she would... but he also knows the way Vander spoke about her. He clearly cares, clearly loves her.

Then you've got another parent she'd killed. From the sound of it, she doesn't hate him; maybe it was an accident? A horrible thing that had happened, that she couldn't take back? It seems like this Silco guy still has a relationship with her, if him and Vander's arguing is causing this kind of tension. He is not even gonna touch that drowning was involved.]

Wait!

[He holds up his hands, and there's a long pause.

What is the best way to help cool this situation off? Make her feel better?

... Ah.]

[He points a finger, and blurts:]

Parkour!

(what seems to be in her brain as she walks out is whether to use the hexstone or not, to zap or to blast, and she was too busy walking out as she fixed her gun one way or another when he tells her to wait.

her eyes roll, because of course he's going to tell her not to, it seems to be his whole thing after all, when she's much the opposite. she's about to turn, yell a very irritated 'WHAT' when he tells her a word that she has never heard before.

she's never been more confused. what was initially going to be a snap turns into a tilted head, frowned eyebrows and her voice a softer display of bewilderment.)

... What?

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